It’s the One That Goes: How Much, How Much, How Much Salt Do You Put on It, Right? – Part 02
It’s the One That Goes: How Much, How Much, How Much Salt Do You Put on It, Right? – Part 02
It’s the One That Goes: How Much, How Much, How Much Salt Do You Put on It, Right? – Part 02
And just like that, my mission went from escort duty to a date.
Like a fish in water. Like an ogre with an iron club. Like a tiger with wings.
In other words, we clicked, and she kept throwing game topics at me nonstop.
“The old lady in Exalegiuse…”
“The Light AFWs in Ring of Red…”
“The idioms in Psychic Force…”
“The opening cinematic in Thousand Arms…”
I used to grind games endlessly back when I lived in constant solitude, so the nostalgia made me genuinely happy.
When hobbies line up, people become friends in an instant. The same holds true when you lived through the same era.
“There’s no one among the Vampire Ninjas I could talk games with. I’m having fun right now. Though you’ll probably forget I even exist by tomorrow.”
“No, I won’t.”
“The nostalgic types reminisce about Famicom. The newer crowd, PS3. Me? I loved the Sega